It was a rainy day as the cold 11 year old Leo walked to the cemetery. His long darkish blue trench coat was driping wet. His usually spiky hair as drooping over his crimson eyes. He looked at his mothers grave . "I miss you mom. Things haven't been quite the same, especially the relationship between me and father. He doesn't know this, but I've been hearing voices. My ghost's abilities have been getting stronger."

Leo looked glanced over his left shoulder, "Who's there?"

"Me," said the voice again.

He turned around and looked. There was an asian man in a purple kimono, with long purple hair. He looked like he was some kinda fighter. He had a sash which carried two long twin daggers. With a vigorous expression, Leo said, "You are a ghost. Isn't that more in my fathers department?"

"Who is your father?" replied the man.

"Nevermind," said Leo. He started to walk home when he noticed the ghost was following him. "What do you want?" Leo asked angrily.

"Pardon my maners. My name is Amou, Ninja Warrior. I've been wacthing you come here for months and you have something built inside of you, some great power."

"Did my father put you up to this?" asked Leo as he kept walking. "Look, I'm not a shaman. I don't deal with ghosts and I don't need one."

"But please," uttered Amou.

"But nothing," said Leo. He walked home, the ghost still following him.

"Decided to become a shaman I see," said Silva.

"No," said Leo.

"The shaman fights are coming up."

"I know father," replied Leo. He walked further into the house and saw more shaman priests. "What's going on?" askd Leo.

"We priests want you to participate in the Shaman Tournament."

"Why?" asked Leo.

"Because your my son," said Silva.

"Since when?" asked Leo . He then walked outside with Amou.

"I'll be your guardian ghost master Leo."

"Thank you Amou," said Leo. "First things first, I need you to take the form of somthing more humane like a lion or wolf or even a hamster. Something solid."

"Ok," said Amou.

Blue lights started to circle around Amou and he soon became a ball of light. A brief light shot out of the illuminated ball and soon formed a eagle with zig zag blue and black feathers. It circled in the air and landed on Leos left shoulder.

Silva had just stepped outside to see what was going on. He threw a small book at Leo's head and Leo caught it. "That's your book to the beginning of your journey." Leo took the book and put it in his coat and walked far off into the distance.